This gave Wimsey his opportunity. In a series of tactful inquiries he led the conversation to the matter of lights in the churchyard.
"There, now!" exclaimed Mrs. Ashton. "I always thought as there might be something in that tale as little Rosie Thoday told our Polly. But children do have so many fancies, you never know."
"Why, what tale was that?" asked Wimsey.
"Ugh! foolish nonsense, foolish nonsense," said Mr. Ashton. "Ghosts and what not."
"Oh, that's foolish enough, I dare say," retorted his lady, "but you know well enough, Luke Ashton, that the child might be telling the truth, ghost or no ghost. You see, your lordship, it's this way. My girl Polly--she's sixteen now and going out to service next autumn, for whatever people may say and whatever airs they may give themselves, I wi
